m ! r A c L e s d o h A p P e n

It wasn’t a good morning for me. I got out of my bed late. My dad and mom were almost done preparing themselves to go to work. My mom was beginning to loose her temper; I was hurrying so as not to be late for school.

When I was finally over, my parents were already out. I took charge of securing our house; seeing to it that every window was closed and that the door and the gate were locked.

Our house was a three-minute walk from the highway (if you are walking briskly) and a fifteen-minute ride from the school (if you are lucky enough to get a ride right away). When I already had my first seventeen steps it occurred to me that I did not have my wallet and I did not have a duplicate of our key in the house. This meant that I do not have a fare to go to school.

The cold morning breeze suddenly enveloped me. The first thing that entered my mind was to pray. As I walked, I repeatedly say my prayer asking for a miracle. It was quite funny that I even suggested some things to God on how He can help me. For instance, I told Him I hope Chiqui was still waiting for a ride in the waiting area so I can lend money from her or I hope to see seven pesos on my bag or at the road side.

When I reached the waiting area, I saw no money not even a peso, I saw no Chiqui not even a trace that she had been there. Suddenly, my nervousness vanished. I saw my uncle walking towards me. I really can’t speak. I allowed him to do the talking first. He asked me favor if I can go to the convent that afternoon and get a baptismal certificate of his niece. He handed me a twenty peso bill for the certificate and said, “If that is not enough just tell me." I just nodded.

To make the story short I used that money to ride on a jeep. I handed the twenty peso bill to the driver and to my astonishment he said, “Do you have a smaller bill?” “Sorry i don't have,” was my reply. To my great surprise he said, “Just pay me next time, i have no change.”

This account happened to me six years ago. But still, I can remember every detail of the story and I continuously share it to people.

God has His own way of helping us. I don’t have to see an angel to prove that it was God’s work. It was clearly shown that it was God who’s working on that matter. He was my uncle... He was the driver…

God is with us. God is among us. God’s seat is within us. We just have to seek His help and be humble enough to admit that we are nothing if He’s not with us.